The weight of the past

The rumors which kept people in a buzz flashed through her mind. Come to think of it, she had also heard how he played quite an active role in the recent war. He had successfully vanquished dozens and hundreds of them all by himself.

Still, he was never a devil. Those numerous injuries on his back were proof that exhibited the horrors of the time back then.

In less than no time, he already brought her clothes that had fallen onto the floor.

"You'd better put on your clothes. If you catch another cold again, I'll be the one in trouble."

"Yes, I got it."

Seraphina opened her eyes at Raven's words. She couldn't bear to ask why his back was awfully slashed. How painful it must have been.

In the same way that she couldn't bear telling him as well.

With thoughtful consideration, he gently raised her back as she wore her own clothes.

"You should get dressed as well. You might catch a cold like me before."